Colossal

This experienceIs enough to drive a man madOr sad evenToo much to takeToo much at stakeSometimes I need to wipe the slate cleanOn which towers of illusion are built uponHours and hours of disproportionate wizardryOn top of that misandryThe strength needed to carry thisTo walk around with a straight backColossalYou are doing good work, my sonNow let’s look into the sunWash the tears of broken menAnd attend to those who are still on the mend

I sometimes feel so much Terrified of the outcome The bursts of emotion to come Afraid of sacrifice When done for the wrong reasons Changing of the seasons Reminiscing too much Fuck, oh fuck Why Read more…